| I don’t need your constant heartache
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| All I have is my guitar and you
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| I turned thirty one years old today
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| All you gave me was that store bought blues
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| And I know how that lonesome
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| Lonesome road blues can be
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| Like a devil race car baby
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| Lonesome road comfort me
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| I long for those days of simple times
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| Day’s when guitar strings a cost a dime
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| I’m the only one for you there is
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| Help me down baby, hell that is yeah
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| And I know how that lonesome
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| Lonesome road blues can be
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| Like a devil race car baby
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| Lonesome road comfort me
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| Mmm mmmmm
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| I sold my soul for a pack of cigarettes yeah!
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| Mississippi is where I think my best
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| My string is crazy, I keep her sane
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| After me baby there’s no one to blame
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| And I know how that lonesome
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| Lonesome road blues can be
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| Like a devil race car baby
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| Lonesome road comfort me
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| Like a devil race car baby
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| These ol' blues comfort me yeah |